Idahoan Bliss





The things you need are never big:
A stream , a rock,a bridge, a stick.
The Willow like an older sister
Is telling stories in a whisper.
Unnoticed joy can slowly slither
Between the grass into the river.
And once again I can’t resist
This simple Idohoan bliss…

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